C135. Toll the Bell

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In the evening, Tong Zijing called in Ji Xuyao.

"Mr. Ji, I want to go to the capital."

"We're sure to go there, but I don't think this is the right time."

"When do you think is the right time?"

"First, when lord has the ability to defend yourself. Then, lord should try to control part of the Tong guards and other powers..."

Ji Xuyao left after telling him many stakes and concerns.

Tong Zijing pondered in his room for a long time, before he ordered Tong Zhan, "Call in the butler. Tell him I have something to discuss with him."

In old Tong's study.

Mr. Tong was copying when butler Tong pushed open the doors and walked in.

"Master, everything is arranged. This time, we'll be safe. The hitmen don't include the elite of the Tong guard. Instead, we gathered some unknown men of sacrifice and specially hired killers to deal with the Chill sword of eldest lord Ning."

"Good job! Hence, no trace will be left. Even if one day the Nings came to us, they can't find a reason to blame us." Mr. Tong concentrated on copying, not looking up, and then asked by the way, "Who did you hire?"

Bulter Tong replied respectfully, "The hitman is the famous Quicker. His name is Song Zhong and uses his sword so quick that since he became a hitman nobody escaped under his hunting, so that he got this nickname."

Now that master had made up his mind to do so, the butler could only obey. Since there was only one choice, then what the butler could do was to make it as perfect as possible.

Mr. Tong bowed his head, silent, and the butler continued, "I heard that this Song Zhong kills neatly and quick and never failed a mission. Besides, his killing is agile and elegant. One move, and the one being killed will die immediately without suffering. He's a good man to toll the bell."

"To toll the bell? Nice. To toll the bell for a gentleman like eldest lord Ning indeed needs an elegant killer." Old Tong looked up, "Butler, come and look at this new painting I recently got. How do you like it?"

As the copy paper was taken away to reveal the new painting below, what came in sight was a painting of hundred sons and grandsons.

**

Another day paased. Although a few robbers appeared on the way, they were easily cleared away by the shadow guard.

Having taken the carriage for four days, Mo Qianxue felt sore in every part of her body. She lifted up the curtain, seeing the it's a clear night, and requested to get off the carriage and ride a horse.

In view that the trip was smooth and that he was also tired of sitting in the carriage, Ning Shaoqing agreed with a smile.

He jumped off the carriage, let the shadow guard to pull over his horse and then let Asan prepared a horse for Mo Qianxue. Nanny was confused and reminded, "Lord, lady...isn't a rider."

Nanny then quickly explained that lady had been sick and frail since she was little, so that madam didn't allow her to ride a horse. Of course she wouldn't tell him that lady used to be too timid to jump onto the horseback.

"Um..." A daughter of a generous can't ride a horse. Ning Shaoqing was surprised, but he didn't want to let her down, so he jumped on the horseback and then reached out to pull Mo Qianxue onto his horse too.

In a flash, Mo Qianxue was sitting on the horseback. All others took a glance at her, quickly looked away, and then mount the horse to march forward slowly.

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